Lady Viola Oberbrook only wanted to forget the ill-fated early morning duel that took the lives of two young, wealthy, promising men of the ton and sent her fleeing for her father’s country estate. Eight years later, she has her life in order: a fulfilling business, a few trusted friends, and no plans to return to London society. What she doesn’t expect is to come face to face with her past.

A Lord Betrayed by One…

Brock Spencer, Earl of Haversham, only wants vengeance. Recently returned from his military service to the King, his plans include repairing his family estate, finding a bride, and destroying the girl responsible for the untimely death of his twin brothers. What he doesn’t anticipate is falling in love with the only woman who should never be part of his future.

Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since. Currently, she focuses on Historical Romance, Urban Fantasy, and Paranormal Romance.

Christina enjoys a quiet life in Northern California with her family, her wine, and lots of coffee. Oh, and her books…don’t forget her books! Most days she can be found writing, reading, or traveling the great state of California.

Q: Tell us a little bit about your main character.A: Brock returns from the horrors of the battlefield to nothing--an empty estate without family to surround him or horses to amuse him. As the oldest brother, he feels responsible as well--if he'd been there it would've been different. If he'd been a better brother, the twins would never have made the terrible decision they did.

But he's a hero and saved countless lives during the war, and it's so much easier to blame the woman who had been there and who had goaded his brothers into that bad decision.

Q: What was your favorite scene to write? A: My favorite scene is actually toward the end of the book. The scene is very real and honest. The emotional tension between the hero and heroine reaches the breaking point…and of course, it happens in the middle of a crowded ballroom, for all the witness.

Q: What is your work schedule like when you're writing?A: My writing schedule varies, due to my family obligations and my day job. Normally, I put my daughter to bed at 7:30pm and the night is mine. I’ll usually write until eleven or so. Then I get up at 4:30am and edit. I find I edit better first thing in the morning and my writing flows better in the late evening…accompanied by a glass of wine, of course.

Q: How has your environment/upbringing colored your writing?A: I’ve been a reader my whole life. I remember devouring the Little House on the Prairie books as a child. After that I moved on to RL Stine. My mother and older brother were always reading. For me, the transition from reader to writer was a natural progression.

Q: What do you do to unwind and relax?A: I love watching television, especially crime and drama shows. The scripts are so well-written with amazing characters and stunning plot twists. I always try to guess the who-done-it and—not to brag but—I usually get it right.

Q: If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?A: Hawaii! Specifically, Maui. I love the weather, the people, and the atmosphere! The laid back, go with the flow lifestyle really appeals to me.

Q: What book are you reading now?A: Yes, I just checked my Goodreads account to see what book I’m reading, LOL. It happens to be Shadowfever by Karen Marie Moning. The woman is a pure genius at writing hot sexy men!

Wednesday, 28 May 2014

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance Publisher: Off the Hook Publishing Number of pages: ~386 Cover Artist: Amanda of Pixel Mischief Design An invisible wall built from the tears of those touched by death

An impossible love as divided as the world around them.

After Addison finds a nearly-dusted vampire in the garbage outside her building, her ability to stay off the supernatural world’s radar is deader than the vamp. Almost as dead as she’ll be if anyone thinks she put him there. Should she finish the job somebody else screwed up or move him somewhere humans won’t find him? To keep the Heights hidden, she may have shoved a stake into her own chest. Just when she thinks her life couldn’t possibly get any more dangerous, she finds out who he is.

As vampire king and Prime to all supernatural beings in the North American zone, Rhyse is accustomed to getting what he wants without asking. But he neither wanted nor asked to be wounded in an ambush, waking up chained to a bed with a hole in his chest. Unfortunately, he needs help to discover who tried to kill him. But worse than that, his only ally is his captor, someone unaware she has the power to destroy their entire world.

As a prophesized war brews in the Heights, Addison and Rhyse must decide which carries more risk—trusting someone who could destroy you or trusting someone who could love you?

Addison backed
up until she hit the counter. It was over. It had been over ever since those
chains came off. Ever since she brought him into her apartment. Into her life.

“I saved you. I
could’ve left you outside until the sun came up.”

“I imagine you
wish you had.”

“Can you…can you
not kill me? Just take some, but not all?”

Rhyse brushed
her hair behind her shoulder and curled his fingers around the nape of her
neck, whispering, “Do you trust me that much?”

“I don’t even
trust you a little.” She felt the sting of tears. “I don’t want to be turned.
If you drain me, let me die.”

He ran his other
hand up her shoulder, to her throat and slowly closed his fingers around it.
One move and her neck would break. “To drain you I would have to drink from
you. And that, my pet, I will not do.”

She didn’t know
what he meant but now seemed like a bad time to argue.

“Did you know
what you are? How many of you exist?”

She didn’t
answer. Partially because speaking required the air he was cutting off. Then
his hands were gone, just like the rest of him.

Was it over?

When one of the
women behind the counter moaned, Addison went to make sure they were alright.

Rhyse was on top
of one of them, his fangs obviously burrowed in her neck. The woman moaned
again, her legs wrapping around him. One hand clutched his shoulder and the
other slapped the wall, searching for a hold.

It had to have
been shock that made it impossible to look away. Or run away. The woman’s moans
got louder, then crested, and her body went limp. Not in a dead way, but in an
I-just-had-the-best-orgasm-of-my-life way.

Get out of here.

“Leave and they
will die.” His voice stopped her after only two steps. “Stay and they will wake
up from a very pleasant, very erotic dream.”

She grinded her
teeth when she heard another moan. He must have moved on to the other woman.
With two to feed from, there was less of a chance he would drain them, but…
“Why should I trust you?”

The woman’s
moans stopped and she whined, “No.”

“I do not care
if you trust me,” he said. “Only that you obey me.”

“Fuck you.” But
she didn’t move. “Are they alive?”

“Of course. It
is against the law to kill humans.”

“Then let me
go.”

“You are not
human, Addison.” His voice came from just over her shoulder.

“I am. I promise. Totally human.” Somehow he’d
missed the fact that seers were human, despite her telling him at least five
times.

She heard the
shuffling of fabric and looked down to see him wrapping his already-bloody
shirt around the arm she’d cut. He tied a knot with the sleeves and pulled it
tight. There was no part of this that she understood.

She sucked in a
breath when he put his hands on her hipbones. Then another as they slid to her
belly and down, pressing her back into him. She felt his heat and a vibration
on her back as he made a sound similar to a cat’s purr but scarier. Clenching
her eyes shut, she waited for death.

They did? “Thank
you,” she called out with a shaking voice. “Now that your belly’s full, how
about you back off a little?”

“I should kill
you, Addison.”

“I’m going to
have to disagree with you about that.”

After a moment
he stepped away, sighing as if he just made a really tough decision and wasn’t
sure it was the right one.

“So,” she said,
heading for the door, “it seems like you’re feeling better which is great. I’m
really happy for you. Since you don’t need me anymore, I’m gonna go now. I’ll
see you around.”

“Come to me,
Addison.” His eyes were back to their original inhumanly beautiful color.
Though he didn’t quite look calm, he looked satisfied.

“No.”

“Come to me or I
will snap your neck.”

“Okay.”

“If you had
simply brought a human to me, this all could have been avoided.”

“I was just
thinking the same thing.” Total lie—she wasn’t thinking a goddamn thing
besides, “Shiiiiit!”

“You and I have
things to discuss, and a few memories to alter along the way back to your
home.”

Damn it on many
counts. “Alter or wipe?”

“Alter, of
course. Although my strength has returned, wiping that many minds would still
be highly taxing. I prefer to save my power for other activities.”

Like…? Nah, she
didn’t want to know.

He opened the door and gestured for her to go
first. Which he’d probably never done before. Minions opened doors for him and
she doubted chivalry ranked high on his list of valuable traits. But she went
because when you gotta go, you gotta go.

“Did you know?”
he asked.

What was it with
that question? “Know what? That your victims come while you feed? Yeah, I heard
it happens occasionally.”

“Always. They
always come while I feed. If it were possible, I would show you.”

“I just heard
more proof than I wanted to, thanks.”

“I have no doubt
that it would be far more enjoyable to feel you come than to hear her do it.”

Lauren Stewart lives in Northern California with two of the most amazing children that the world has ever seen. She reads almost every genre so, naturally, her writing reflects that. With every book, every story, you'll find elements of other genres--fantasy, mystery, romance, paranormal, suspense, YA, women's literature, all with a touch of humor because what doesn't kill us should make us laugh. www.ReadLaurenS.com@ReadLaurenS www.facebook.com/LaurenStewartAuthorwww.goodreads.com/LaurenStewart